Summary: You and Peter’s relationship comes to a stand-still when he refuses to share his phone password with you. He also knew that with his enhancements, the smoke could take hours to kill him, the fire would get to him first. He knew the shrapnel would kill you long before the flames, quicker with the smoke inhalation. Deep down he had some semblance of understanding in this situation. It would take too long to drag you along, and the exit would soon collapse as well. There was one way out, but only Peter would be able to make it. “No, shut up! I can find a way out!” Peter frantically looked around the room, watching as the walls rapidly began burning and cracking under the pressure of the heat. Your arm was burnt up from the flames and a long jagged piece of shrapnel had lodged itself in your chest. “Peter! Please, just leave me!” You yelled as loud as you could over the crashing of the raging fire and falling wreckage of the burning building you were trapped in. this fic, however, is just pure angst, sorry :/ i like how hopeless it sounds, but how it also still manages to find some good in the bad. Warnings: Character death, ANGST, possibly some typosĪ/n: im practically obsessed with with song rn.

Summary: Peter can’t bear the thought of living in a world without you. Moodboard made by (she makes them for free if you’d like one!) Warnings: Angst, abuse, depression, possible smut… (More warnings to come)Ī/n: hi guys! no notes yet, might have more to say later tho!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Villian/Grey!Reader Peter can try to save you all he wants, but there are darker games at play a bigger shadow that shields you from his warmth. Summary: Morals don’t quite apply to people who have nothing to lose.

Uptown girl billy joel stepbrothers